The shutters wake me up
Lights blind my eyes.
I do not get to choose,
But do look nice.

They put the best on me
And give the special lights.
I stand smart and straight
Ever ready for a pose,
But I am lost in the sights
I see through the glass doors.

I watch the same crowd
The same hurry and worries.
I see grey and white
And different shades bright.

But I always wonder
Why do you rush?
Do your days too end with a shutter?
Do you ever get to choose?

Are you too a mannequin,
Lost in many questions!

[Image creator: Cornelis Verwaal | Image Copyright: © 2018 Cornelis Verwaal]